This Happened Too

Early during our pilgrimage, seemingly long ago, I had the chance to lunch with Peri, our Atlanta-based imbedded tour guide.

I was excited when I realized I could treat her to lunch, then immediately dismayed when I also realized my wallet was not in my purse. Instead I was embarrassed to ask her to front me. Apparently, her first concern was that I stay relaxed enough not to spin out on her, which would have certainly been an option in that moment. We called the bus driver first and had him check every crack and crevice in the bus…maybe I had misplaced it there. But no such luck.

I had not put cash in separate bags like I usually do so started thinking of blessed friends on the trip who knew I was an ok risk for a loan. When I told Peri I had an albeit-ragged copy of my passport in my suitcase, she said “Oh, no problem, that i.d. will get you home. “ Yeah, right. Still her confidence soothed me.

Long, wild story short: When we were waiting for the bus after lunch, my husband called from Seattle to say an Irene had phoned from the Carter Center where we had been that morning. My wallet had been found in the rose garden and she had it.

I was back in Money and Identification Land.

I share this story of Grace (and privilege) to describe Peri Frances. If you have the chance to travel anywhere with her, run to sign up! She is remarkably organized, knowledgeable, and fun. She is a business owner of great warmth and patience.

I could not be more grateful for her time and attention.